Old-time musicians

"President Viadrin knows something about my past."

Scindia recalled: "I was born in a small town in the northeast of the empire. My family used to make a living by running a herbal medicine store. I was kidnapped about ten years ago, probably because of my talent in spiritual medicine and other fields. Then, as a so-called "assistant", I lived in darkness for five years. During this period, I not only endured the pain of separation from my relatives, but also personally witnessed or indirectly participated in some of their actions: seemingly normal words and deeds, weird sacrifices, terrifying rituals, human or animal and plant experiments, and the refining of various items beyond the bottom line of normal people's cognition..."

"...I didn't know their name until I was rescued by the Guidance School. At that time, my parents were gone... And it is said that in the past fifty years, there have been few cases seized by official organizations. There are records of them, either they were very quiet or they acted too covertly. My capture and rescue were both low-probability events... Later, I was placed under long-term observation, cleared of risk, incorporated into the civil service, and finally fortunately promoted to the Uvransel branch..."

"These people are evil and methodical in their actions, and they also have a "great sense of mission", believing that they are "pioneers" who lead humans to touch the essence of life and spirituality... Take human experiments for example, they will not only attack others, but also themselves when they go crazy, without any hesitation, as long as they feel it is necessary or think that their experimental conditions are more suitable than others... And some core members usually behave in a gentle manner, and even have a glamorous public identity..."

"To be honest, I am most afraid of this kind of people." Lawyer Monroe curled his lips.

Everyone frowned when they heard this, thinking that it was unlucky for the Bologna School to have such a historical problem. When they thought about the reconciliation school's hatred of all official imperial organizations, they began to worry.

Dupont thought about it a little more: Why did President Viadrin go out so often in the past six months?

He took a deep breath: "No matter what the Harmony School does, let's deal with this 'agent' and the 'pleasant listening meeting' first. Professor Anton is an old friend of the president and Carlon's teacher. The murder of him and his eldest daughter has not been settled, and now a large number of middle-class victimized students are involved

"Carlon's misleading emphasis and the time rhythm he grasped are correct. Let's do it tomorrow, February 1st... If Spencer Cecil, the agent, had already obtained the Bologna School's action plan for February 15th through certain channels, and just got double confirmation from Carlon's so-called "Special Patrol Office is ready to take action" at the party, he would think that the 15th is dangerous, and the earlier it is, the safer it is. Under the pressure of Sylvia's urging for progress, he is likely to start the scheduling work immediately. "

The four reached a consensus and prepared to leave.

"Which place in the school is suitable for arranging a small secret ceremony? "Fan Ning asked.

Cynthia said: "Will you use the migration material 'Golden Spark' you asked about last time to make the curse seal? You got it so quickly? No, and this also requires..."

"I have been promoted to the middle level."

...It's only been two months. The expressions of several people twitched.

Especially Dupont, who has reached this level for several years and has a deep understanding of its difficulties and dangers, observed Fan Ning more carefully, but seeing his recent high investigation efficiency and strict and clear analysis of various characters and organizations, he does not seem to be in danger of 'lost' or 'distorted', but his condition is better than ever.

"I'll take you to a common room behind the physical training ground on the third floor." Cynthia looked at Fan Ning a few more times.

"Thank you. "Fan Ning picked up the briefcase.

The layout here is simple, similar to that of an office. The countertops are clean and free of clutter, and the air is filled with a faint wood fragrance.

When he was the only one left in the room, the environment was so quiet that only his own breathing could be heard. After he finished his simple preparations, he leaned on the sofa and fell asleep, following the road sign memory to Yiyong.

The round black metal plate in his hand disappeared out of thin air and returned to the world's will. It gradually revived under the attention of the witness lord "Unfallen Fire".

At 2 a.m., Fan Ning opened his eyes from his sleep, still holding the glittering golden spark in his hand, but the appearance had completely changed. The color was dazzling incandescence, and the original neat round edge danced with a flame-like outline.

The remaining sense of disharmony settled from the star spirit body and resonated with the surrounding environment. The sunlight in the room late at night was fierce, the warm current was rippling, and the skin was hot.

While the "Echo of the Light" had not dissipated, Fan Ning took a deep breath. He recalled the method of constructing the secret ritual that he had learned in the literature recently, and also recalled the demonstration that Qiong had made before, and began his first attempt.

Although this secret ritual of making a spell seal only requires the storage of echoes, it is relatively simple and only contains the basic steps of the most general secret rituals, and Qiong also helped him do some preparations in advance, but he still felt a little nervous.

The time is very urgent for it, and the price of the migration material in his hand is equivalent to two apartments of his own.

The pre-step of any secret ritual is to confirm the witness.

It is similar to the principle of the migration road sign, which can be a phase symbol that refers to the lake or a precise symbol of the witness.

Just as the handwriting is different, the form of each symbol and each person cannot be completely overlapped, but it is necessary to maintain a high degree of spiritual concentration to achieve its necessary mystical characteristics.

Fan Ning dipped his quill pen in ink and carefully drew the witness symbol of "Unfallen Fire" on the parchment paper: a circle in the middle and flaming radiating lines around it.

The importance of this point is fatal. For example, if the performer of the secret ritual does not change anything else, but draws the circle into an oval or moon shape, this cannot guarantee that it will point to some other strange prayer. object.

After confirming the witnesses, the spiritual number can be preliminarily determined. It uses candles as symbols to count, which can be counted as "roots". In some special cases, candlesticks can also be used to count "groups".

The spiritual number Fan Ning chose for the object of prayer this time is 10, which some ancient scholars called "Kingdom", which implies praising the bright wisdom of the "unfallen fire" - blazing, dazzling, full of vitality and power. The candle symbolizing the self is taken as 1 as usual.

It is said that the correspondence between the choice of spiritual numbers and the witnesses is not completely rigid, because the interpretation of each spiritual number is very broad and has conceptual overlaps. Some complex mysteries often have to take their own spirituality into consideration. status and vision.

After the candles were lit one by one, Fanning entered the substantive step of the secret ritual: constructing the altar.

Since this environment is already very holy and peaceful, you can start filling in the aspects directly.

According to the requirements of different mysteries, the fillers can be extraordinary items, execution assistants, echoes, ritual vessels, or ordinary items with relatively clear symbolic qualities: such as bells or sharp objects symbolizing "end", or objects symbolizing "absoluteness". Clear water, soil or shells symbolizing "cocoon", etc.

Generally speaking, mysteries only require the strength of the aspects within the altar, not the specific fillers.

For example, the secret ritual of making "Fire Sun Guidance" requires about 4-7 levels of "Candle", as well as a small amount of "Key" and "Yan".

Fan Ning's own spirituality is still carrying the "light echo" of the "candle". He spread the parchment engraved with the witness charm on the base of the altar, and then placed the lantern as the "candle" and the coarse salt dish as the "key". , use coins wrapped in dark material as "yan", which meets the requirements.

He took out the topaz and rhodolite favored by the "Unfallen Fire" and symbolized passion and prosperity, piled them in three places as anchor points, and then used coarse salt to form a circle to seal the altar. At this moment, Fan Ning's spiritual sense saw Heterogeneous colors rose up inside the altar.

Take out the small perfume bottle and prepare to release the colorless secret fragrance configured by Qiong.

The above two steps require years of accumulation of herbal medicine and mineralogy, as well as practical experience. Qiong helped her select and refine it, saving her a lot of trouble.

"Hiss--" The secret atmosphere evaporates from the candle, giving off a vibrant, sun-like scent.

"Be a witness, you must be a witness,

Witness what I ask of your Father, what is written in the Garden of Radiance, what is written in the Trembling Throne. "

In the white smoke, Fan Ning began to recite the secret teachings of the Holy Sun Church hidden in the movement in ancient Janus. He had his first impression of this language when translating the "Illusion Man" document, and he had no idea about the prayer. Pronunciation memory comes from the implicit knowledge in the movement.

“Then you spoke before me of holiness and glory,

She is said to be the Lord of the World, the Lord of Enlightenment, the God of Passionate Flames, and the God of the Bright Sun,

Say who doesn’t praise the king, who doesn’t indulge in the king, who doesn’t worship the king. "

"Hiss——" "Hiss——" The prayer rose with the mysterious atmosphere, and the room was as bright as day in the dark night.

“…for the place where I sing is radiant, glorious, gilded, silvered;

I looked up at the lofty dwellings, the flaming mountains, the burning hills;

There is the Lord's measure, the trembling measure, the holy measure, the fiery measure;

This is the measurement of the lapel of the Lord of Enlightenment. "

While reciting, Fan Ning lit another piece of parchment with his name written on it with the candle flame on the opposite side and threw it into the plate.

Inspiration was sacrificed, consumed rapidly like opening a floodgate to release water, and his emotions became inexplicably high during the chanting. He experienced the feeling of being watched, abstract, warm, and fatalistic, which made people lean over. The urge to cry.

This state of mixed emotions was difficult to understand, but he did not dare to neglect, took out a small silver dagger, slowly passed the group of candles on the opposite side that symbolized the "Falling Fire", and then gritted his teeth and continued to recite the secret message. .

“The words ‘Lord, Lord’ were engraved all over her lapels, both inside and outside,

There is no living being to look upon, no flesh and blood to look upon, no servant to look upon.

I live according to that will,

Chasing her unfading flame and majestic support,

Then my life is a victorious life. "

"Hiss--" The smell of the sun continues to evaporate.

A strange impulse and suggestion arose in Fan Ning's heart. Holding the silver dagger in his hand, his inspiration burst out and he naturally began to carve mysterious marks on the 'Shining Golden Spark'.

His inspiration immediately ran out, and his brain felt empty. He bit his lips, insisted on carving, and persisted in reading the last part of the secret teaching.

"I long for her infinite substance and inexhaustible wealth,

I pray for what I long for,

And look forward to the perfect realization of that eternal glory.

As it is said,

Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of Witnesses. "

The next moment, Fan Ning's hand flashed with dizzying light. Then, all the candles were extinguished in an instant, and the room returned to darkness.

…

The next day, 8:50 am.

In a remote and wide courtyard in East Mecklund, there is a two-story building with a wide spread area.

Many years ago, this place used to be a relatively prosperous location on the street. However, with the city's increasing and disorderly expansion, its location gradually changed from a street to an alley.

The tenants and investors in the business changed one after another, and they basically ended up in debt and bankruptcy. In the end, they stayed at a strange combination of a private hospital, a pet market, and a small performance hall. Of course, the ending was still a few investors. They went bankrupt and ran away, and then they were deserted for six or seven years.

Until more than a year ago, they were bought by a wealthy gentleman and integrated into the Red Agate Culture Media Company.

The company claims that its external business scope includes discovering actors, training singers, and producing sound film soundtracks. However, it is said that in the past six months, it has become increasingly difficult to make reservations for business, and most of the rooms, doors and windows are closed, which makes many people think that there is a problem with its internal operations and that it may repeat the mistakes of those who came before.

On the second floor, there is a small, dim performance hall with all the equipment. The light seems to have a strange sticky and greasy feel.

"Are there any new upgraded spirits in the past few days?"

The "agent", who was tall and thin, with fair skin and wearing a black vest, was sitting on a ring-shaped stage that was first sunken by about twenty centimeters and then slightly raised.

"No, sir." The man in a suit and leather suit next to him, who looked like a senior corporate executive, replied.

"Didn't I ask you to increase the concentration of the 'spiritual diffusion elixir'? And I recently gave them new listening materials."

The tone of the man in the suit was a little helpless: "Sir, three of them have been lucky a while ago. Not everyone's soul has such a good foundation as that of the professor last year. The essence precipitated in the bottle of stains." It’s worth ten others.”

The manager frowned, mentally considered the current progress and expected requirements, and then made a decision: "Continue to increase the volume of the record, and increase the concentration of the 'spiritual diffusion elixir' by five times!"

"In this case, it may cause some listeners to collapse, and the ratio of the mysterious atmosphere that stabilizes the mind will have to be recalculated and adjusted." The man in the suit asked tentatively.

"Don't waste time and make adjustments." The manager waved his hand, "I'll give you three more days. Once the time is up, I will move immediately. I must add a few more upgraded spirits. If that doesn't work, continue to increase the elixir. If we don’t catch up on the dosage now, it will be too late to make up for it when the storm passes, and we will all be doomed.”

He is a person who leaves room for action. Even if it is clear that the other party's action time is half a month away, he will never do anything like that.

The man in the suit took the order and left, leaving the manager sitting alone in the recording studio thinking.

"How can we say that the part-time workers we recruited are also music majors? Damn it, just this ratio? There must be something wrong with the current system and mechanism of music education in the empire..."

Thinking about it, "Peng!——"

He heard an explosion downstairs, because across many rooms, the sound was obvious but not clear, and it sounded like water turning over a manhole cover.

"What the hell? Could it be that some underground pipe has aged and exploded?"

He stood up, and just as he was about to go to the window and push it open to take a look, there was another wave of louder and closer sounds, which seemed to be downstairs where he was!

"Peng!!!——" This time, several ferocious cracks appeared in the glass of the window.

The agent was stunned for a moment by the blast, his ears buzzed slightly, his legs and feet felt weak when standing, and even the vision in front of him became dim.

...isn’t it right? Even if explosives exploded downstairs, he was still a certain distance away, so how could he have such an exaggerated reaction?

He shook his head vigorously, and the dizziness eased slightly. Suddenly, he found that there was a person standing beside him and at the door of the room.

It is Dupont and Fanning in the action group of the Guidance School!

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This is today’s update, two in one. Because today and tomorrow are about secret rituals and fighting scenes, I tried to adjust the rhythm of the writing a little bit. Then I may return to chapters, or I may write long chapters, or it depends on the plot. Let me find my own rhythm first